THE ROAD

Many are the hazards on this road that I go
Unknown things are waiting around every bend
Up hills or straight or freewheeling at ease
Before this road of life it comes to an end

Times of merry journey like a sightseeing tour
To view pleasant things as onwards I go
This road is smooth and delightful to travel
How long to journey thus I just don’t know

A moment of time, so quick is the change
This road now perilous to be travelled with care
A hidden dip or a sudden curving bend
I see not the dangers that are lurking just there

Or the holes in this road to damage my carriage
Or the dry road of comfort that holds to my grip
Turns in an instance to one of great danger
And I to my death seem certain to slip

Joyous thoughts turn to screams of the mind
Panic and fear ride with me as I lose control
Nothing can I do in the events that are unfolding
I leave it in His hands the keeper of my soul

There is mercy for me in times like these
I have travelled so far but it’s not journey’s end
He lifts me from the ditch, wipes away my tears
Along this road to travel again He does send

For He has mapped out the distance that I will go
Gave to me His Holy Word for my highway code
Promised never to leave me in this journey of life
His hand holding mine as we travel down this road

Colin Moffett

A HARVEST THANK YOU

Autumn mists creep across the fields
To labouring hands giving up their yields
Of maize and corn, potatoes, wheat
And all other crops good to eat
The fruit that decked the leafy bough
Are gathered in the harvest now

Of bounty now of land and sea
We come O Lord to give thanks to thee
You promised a time for sowing seed
A time of harvest to supply our need
To nourish the body you let us know
We would reap what we did sow

Give we thanks Lord, to you our praise
For the bountiful harvest that you did raise
For we know Lord in faith we planted
But for this yield it was you who granted
So mighty God all that’s left to do
Is to give you the glory with a Harvest thank you

Colin Moffett

THE BILLOWS ROLL OVER MY SOUL

The billows roll over my soul
It’s tossed about in the angry waves
But they cannot shock the solid Rock
Of the One who eternally saves

I am anchored tight in the storms of night
To the One who will not move
Battered in the storm of the billows that form
But His steadfastness to me He will prove

My ship it falters in the raging of the waters
It shudders with groaning to break apart
But I am anchored fast in the awful blast
And He brings such calmness to my heart

The lightings flash, the waves would dash
To sink in the depth faith’s feeble boat
But the anchor chain it will remain
And the hand of God keeps my soul afloat

Rage white foam but I am heading home
In the distance beckons the golden shore
Though the spiteful gale tears at my sail
He still guides my ship with His mighty oar

The billows roll over my soul
But soon the angry storms will calm
Though they did test, God’s harbour of rest
Is the place you will find I am

Colin Moffett

HIS BLOOD COVERS ME

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I am set free His blood covers me
My Saviour dwells within
Jesus made a start in the realms of my heart
To cleanse me of my sin

This now my story I am headed for the Glory
When in death my soul takes wing
Or in the rising to the air I will meet Him there
When all of the Saints He will bring

He is my all in all the One whom I can call
For His ear is open for my prayer
In Him I shall abide, He never leaves my side
And my soul rests in His care

He calms with a gentle touch, I love Him so much
With joy my lips shall sing
Praises to Him alone for He did atone
And salvation to me did bring

I shall tell it again, hear now then
Of the Christ who set me free
To Him I did bow, no condemnation now
For halleluiah His blood covers me

Colin Moffett

GO WHERE YOUR HEART IS COUNTRY BOY

Go where your heart is country boy
Back to the land where it brings you joy
Where streams run free
And you can see
Woodlands planted of every tree
Meadow flowers are growing
Where cows are lowing
And in the distance blue hills are showing
It is your home nothing will destroy
The love you have for it dear country boy

Go where your heart is country boy
To the Creator of it all who did employ
The skills of His hand
To fashion this land
And on its soil you can stand
Wherever you have been
In this land so green
You hold it in your heart what you have seen
Give thanks to Him who gives all joy
For this land and the one to come dear country boy

Colin Moffett

LIFE IS BUT BRIEF

Like the falling of the golden autumn leaf
However long the span, life is but brief
Like mist evaporating in the morning sun
When darkness swallows light and day is done

A lifetime story from birth to old age
But sad the book of only one page
The beginning of life starts with a cry
A baby in its mother’s arms softly will lie

There is joy and happiness and laughter too
In celebration of one to the world so new
But sorrow is around the corner and total dismay
When such a precious gift is then taken away

A question unanswered in the scream of why
Did God give me this child and then let it die
Seems there is no reason in a situation so grim
But that only Jesus bid a child to come unto him

He is the giver and taker, sustains life or lets it fall
We know not the day when for us He will call
Someone of old age or a child that is young
Or a baby in a cot with life hardly begun

No easy answers but we trust God knows best
When a child so young is laid to its rest
A void in the heart that somehow shall fill
When we accept that God has carried out His will

Colin Moffett

WHEN THE LAUGHTER STOPS

When the laughter stops in the heart
And is replaced with heartache sore
When the smile is taken from the lips
And tears from eyes they pour

The light of hope flies quick away
Despair comes in to take its place
Sadness sits upon the throne now
And of happiness there is no trace

I see the dreams of tomorrow
Snatched away with hope and joy
Fleeing from the heart of my son
As my arms cradle my darling boy

I feel the aching in my own heart
My tears they stream down like his
Trying with all I can in my power
To give him comfort in all of this

Oh I wonder as I hold him now
My son so close to my breast
If my Heavenly Father does the same
When trials they come to test

Do tears flow from His own eyes
Like this father for his child
Do His arms hold in the storm
When its winds are blowing wild

Is His Father’s heart aching too
As it does in the loved one He will hold
Does He encircle a shaking frame
With His arms and holds it in their fold

I have no doubt He surely does
Brushes away falling tear drops
His Father’s heart joins with His child
And is there when the laughter stops

Colin Moffett

WHO UNLOOSED THREE STRANDS?

A binding together, a cord of three strands
We thought were plaited by God’s own hands
But now unravelled, no more together three
For we are now unloosed, God, my dear friend and me

Like the rose of friendship planted by my lawn
The petals of our friendship now scattered and gone
Snatched away by winds that blew awesome and fierce
Now cruel thorns are left to torture and pierce

Why bind the cord but for a few years
To unloose it now to the falling of tears
A cord of faith and friendship united in the Son
An unanswered question why the unravelling was done

Was the enemy stronger than God to untie the knot?
Did my friend and I unloose it when for its binding we sought?
Or did God who held us together in His great mighty hands
Decide Himself in His wisdom to unloose a Cord of Three Strands

Colin Moffett

FOLLOW THE SON

The rising rays of the morning sun
Drank the water of the sparkling dew
A bird song chorus broke the silence
Of birthing day crisp and new

As I walked the grass of meadow
Finding peace in the morning hours
I saw amongst foliage looking east
The smiling faces of the daisy flowers

As the sun rose higher in the sky
The dew drunk away in its burn
I looked again and noticed then
The daisy heads had began to turn

To keep the sun in their view
They strove to do their best
When next I strolled in growing dusk
They had followed it from east to west

Would it be so if we turned our faces
From our rising to God’s dear son
And kept our gaze upon Him always
Until the flight of day of was done

His is the light we should follow
Our eyes forever gazing high
It’s God son that should attract us
From spiritual birth until we die

Simple flowers in the meadow
Knowing life came from the sun
Turned their heads to watch it move
Across the sky until day was done

May we look to a greater light
In this race of life we run
To set our faces in His direction
And do our best to follow the Son

Colin Moffett

THE FROG

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Sitting weeding one fine day
In glorious sun of early May
I reached forward to clear more land
When a little frog jumped on my hand

I got a shock there’s no doubt
I did not scream but gave a shout
For you see I got a scare
To have that frog sitting there

Feeling cold and a little wet
It sends shivers up my spine yet
I had shouted but it never spoke
Not a whisper or a croak

On my hand taking a seat
With bulging eyes and webbed feet
I looked at it, it looked back
The hairs were rising on my neck

I was recovering from the shock
Felt my knees no longer knock
Wishing it would hop away a mile
But it only seemed to give a smile

And I fancied yes somehow
The frog was speaking to me now
To hop on your hand give me pardon
But thank you for this lovely garden

I spend so many happy hours
Catching flies among the flowers
But most of all of this I’m fond
The deep still water of the pond

No water pools in countryside
But in your pond I can hide
In its water I can spawn
For meadow dams now are gone

I know you find me repulsive here
Although from your garden I clear
The pests and flies and nasty bug
And most of all the slimy slug

No home for me in dried up bog
But your garden is heaven for a frog
Now that is all I have got to say
As from my hand he leaped away

I turned again to weed the sod
Thinking how our sin repulsed our God
Yet He loved us just the same
Sacrificed His Son to take our blame

He who is holy and so just
Could have shunned us in disgust
From His presence forever banned
But He reaches out with His hand

Bids us come hold it tight
For we are precious in His sight
Not like me to my shame
When to my hand a frog it came

What if God treated us this way?
I am repulsed by you, hear Him say
No habitat in His garden above
We are too revolting for Him to love

A frog I fancied begged my pardon
Thanked me for a beautiful garden
So on my knees I called Jesus name
To thank Him for granting me the same


Colin Moffett